When we left off, we were smack dab in the middle of warm ups. I had snuck onto the field using advanced Jedi powers like walking directly forward. I was nervous that somebody might try to kick me off the field there. Fortunately, I had my own private get away car:
The players seemed energetic and ready to go:
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Check out Boateng's shades there.
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I snapped a quick shot of our b-ball players on my way off the field:
When the USC band came onto the field, you got a bunch of this:
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Ah, youthful anger. I used to be like that. Now, I'm just resigned to uselessness. Delightful uselessness.
This dude was either the dumbest man alive or had the biggest balls ever. Even the security guard told him to leave. But he didn't. I think he was with his girlfriend, who apparently has terrible taste in men. Dating a USC fan is like eating food out of the trash. We've all considered it before, but we never bring ourselves to actually pull the trigger.
Soon, it was time for the team to run out. Monica's Dad notes that we couldn't even handle the Running Out Onto The Field without falling over:
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I guess it was just one of those days. Just one of those days!
But at least some players managed to run out onto the field without embarrassing themselves:
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Here is a shot of that giant crane everybody was complaining about:
And with that the game was underway:
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Not a lot of goodness from this one. :(!
Seemed like Cal was often defending this part of the field:
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And these guys couldn't do enough to compensate:
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Even though Best was trying his darndest!
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We even got to learn more about him. What food he did not like:
What sport he sucked at:
And how he wasted his time:
This is some sort of game called Bloons:
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The sun was setting over the western wall of the stadium and it was truly gorgeous. Except for that stupid crane:
There were a few bright moments, but it mostly looked like this:
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But hey at least we got to learn more about how Hardy Nickerson met his wife at Doe Library:
Yes, another great marriage thanks to carbonated beverages. Just like how I convinced my wife to go out with me due to my apartment's giant Mountain Dew Fountain.
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This looks like this was about to hurt:
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We also got to learn that, when it comes to Super Powers, Cal players aren't that creative:
Except for Cameron Jordan who wanted to control all electricity:
As it got later and later in the game, things looked bleaker and bleaker. Early in the 4th quarter, it started to empty out. It got really bad. Very embarrassing. Le sigh.
Yah. Rough. I was really hoping we'd score a late TD, so that nobody could roll me up. Instead, we fumbled a punt. Then, at the end, since the entire CGB team was in town, we decided to have a Team Photo. TRY TO GUESS WHICH ONE I AM:
GO BEARS!